Chapter 130: Pension security of 1.3 million yuan or

Chapter 130 130. Pension security of 20,000 yuan

Song Tan drove the pickup truck to deliver the last pile of fruit seedlings. When he came down the mountain again, he saw the big truck in front of him burning like a fire. The boss stepped on the accelerator and drove away without even saying hello.

Ulan, who had just turned down the hillside, was stunned:

“Hey, why are you leaving here? I was still thinking that I had to leave someone to eat, so I came back to cook early.”

Here I saw Zhang Yanping leaning on the door and winking:

“Tan Tan, you lived up to your trust and did not let me leave empty-handed!”

The three brothers each received two bottles of honey and a pound of tea. Zhang Yanping took the initiative and gave another five pounds of bamboo shoots...

This is the highest treatment among all customers!

He was afraid that Song Tan would not be happy, so he said in a nice voice: "They come all the way to deliver goods. If we cooperate again in the future, we can come and go often..."

Song Tan glanced at him and thought to himself, I'm not that stingy. I didn't give him a gift before, but it was just unnecessary.

Ulan, on the other hand, was smiling happily at this moment:

“Oh Yanping! It has to be you!”

“How do you say this? Tantan, you just gave someone a payment of more than 100,000 yuan, and they have returned more than 30,000 yuan... In this way, you will have enough money to hire workers tomorrow!”

Zhang Yanping also cheered up: "Then look at these bamboo shoots, you don't need to dig them up!"

Song Tan thought for a while and said sincerely: "It's better to dig more."

After all, the spiritual energy has been given birth to. It would be a pity not to dig it out. There are many places to spend money next!

Zhang Yanping:…

What can you say?

Twenty yuan a pound for bamboo shoots was enough to arouse Ulan's enthusiasm. She also took out a **** and a basket: "Let's go, it's not dark yet, hurry up and go to the bamboo forest. We'll have dinner later."

Zhang Yanping was about to cry but had no tears: "Auntie, you'd better rest. Tomorrow Tantan will hire dozens of people, and you'll have to do all the cooking!"

“You should take a breather tonight and decide on a helper in advance.”

Ulan stared at Song Tan:

“You are truly a daughter-in-law!”

"Since you came back, my family's savings haven't been much, and the work has been coming out day by day. No matter how old scalpers your parents are, they can't do this!"

Song Tan quickly comforted him: "It's okay, Mom, please invite two helpers tomorrow. After I sell the bamboo shoots, I will go to my aunt's place to sit and see if I can invite the seventh cousin to come back..."

Ulan was still complaining: "Isn't it money to ask for help? If you do this, I won't even care about picking tea leaves..."

Tea is so valuable!

Song Tan suddenly realized that since she returned home, she had paid for all the expenses, but her parents had not seen any of the harvest.

This is not okay.

As parents get older and have no money, they will become increasingly short of breath and insecure.

This is not a question of filial piety or lack of money, it is purely a matter of their philosophy over the years -

When people get old, they have to save more pension money for themselves.

But if all financial powers are released, with the cautious characters of Ulan and Song Sancheng, they will not think about any expenditures next, and just save money penny by penny.

Song Tan thought for a while: "Mom, please give me a card number. The more we earn this year, the more we spend, and you and my dad have really worked hard - okay, I will give you two 20,000 yuan a month. Save it.”

As soon as he said this, Ulan became even more angry!

At this moment, the **** was swung down hard, and a piece of bamboo shoots was dug out with a "bang" sound, and then he stared at her: "Why, now you have to pay your parents a salary! Then what should I ask you to do in the future? Don’t you still have to pay for errands?”

Song Tan:…

She knew it.

If you don’t give me money, your parents will not see any money all year round, which is unreasonable.

She had no choice but to change her perspective: "Mom, you have also seen that our investment in Tiandishan is quite large. I spend money lavishly and have no control over it."

"This is not to give you some money every month. You can save it for me and Qiaoqiao. If anything happens, it will be up to you two." As soon as Ulan said this, he thought:

Twenty thousand a month is already two or three hundred thousand a year. The couple only saved so much in their lifetime by frugally living.

With this money, even if Tantan loses money this year, he won’t have to worry about it in the future.

What’s more, given the family’s current income status, even compensation would be very limited.

Then the money they hold is also a layer of security.

Thinking about it this way, oh, raising a daughter is such a thoughtful thing!

At this moment, there was a smile on her eyebrows and in the corners of her eyes:

"Really? Twenty thousand yuan a month is a lot of money! Can you still pay it out now? I have a postal card that I can't use very well. It contains more than 800 yuan in agricultural subsidies every year. Wait a minute. I’ll give you the card number when I get home.”

Not to mention, the gesture of swinging the **** seems to be much more relaxed.

Song Tan responded with a smile.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Zhang Yanping on the side was amazed.

I don’t know why, but I always feel that his sister’s ability to fool her parents seems to be very high-end.

And then apply this situation to my mother-in-law——

Hmm, let’s forget it. His mother must have felt that she had to save money, but she still had to take the civil service exam.

Compared with urging to take the civil service examination, digging bamboo shoots in his hometown was no longer a hard job. He was filled with endless energy and broke two spring bamboo shoots easily.

Hunted until it got dark and the bamboo forest could no longer be seen, everyone went back with the full baskets.

In one afternoon, a total of nearly 400 kilograms of bamboo shoots were dug out.

Because there was a lot of spiritual energy this time, bamboo shoots sprouted one after another in the bamboo forest. Song Tan thought for a while, and while Wu Lan **** three to five kilograms of bamboo shoots with rubber bands, he said:

“Mom, I think the bamboo shoots can be sold for two more days. I’ll recruit two more people to help dig the bamboo shoots during these two days.”

She has no time.

Zhang Yanping is not very useful at work.

Ulan is weighing the bamboo shoots in his hands - some of them are dug directly from the ground and look like winter bamboo shoots, fat and huge.

Some of them are young shoots that have already grown out, and are long and thin. You can mix and match the two sides at will, as long as you can make a pile of three to five kilograms.

This thing is very heavy, and the price of twenty yuan per pound is really gratifying, so Ulan didn’t object to the invitation:

“Then tell your dad and call more people later.”

I will work tomorrow and have to make arrangements for tonight.

Think about it and say: "Don't rush to the city tomorrow morning. Go to the town to buy more vegetables and come back."

“There are so many people. We have to start cleaning up early in the morning. We can’t wait for you to come back from shopping for groceries in the city.”

"OK."

Song Tan responded immediately.

She is now proficient in driving mountain roads, and it is not a problem to walk back and forth to the town in half an hour.

“What kind of food should I buy?”

This season...

Wulan thought for a while: "As long as you don't buy garlic sprouts, lettuce, cabbage, spinach, anything else will be fine. Other people in the village also have them in their vegetable fields, so we can just make them together."

To those of you who are waiting for me even if there is a typhoon tonight, I think your love words in the comment section are much better than mine...

Hmm, two updates. No more.

Let’s work hard tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)

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